The Halls of Grandeur

“Well that explains that, better safe than sorry eh?” Miklos grinned as he turned on his heals and strode back down the tunnel. Back in the chamber of the doors he stood to one side to allow the others to continue with their attempt on the portal.

“Where does that leave us?” mused Saeth from the rear. “If we’ve just come in a circle, did we miss anything of note in the deeper tower?”

Hasan answered Saeth’s question in grand fashion. It was clear he had been contemplating the question—Where does that leave us?—for some time. “In the deeper tower lies our fate, I fear. We shall now need all our strength, as there appears to be no way in except the most direct way. More undead surely await us. But so too does the heart of this Darker madness.”

Fidgeting with the Ring of Elyas, he continued, “My people have long followed the Quiet Way, protecting ourselves from the temptation to pursue the deepest understanding of life and death. But see what that has wrought. Evil has rekindled that knowledge in this place. My duty is to confront that evil. I am thankful to have met you on this path, and welcome your support.”

The dwarf said nothing through this all, and stomped his way back up through the tunnel to the tower entrance. As he waited for the others to take up position once more, his look to each warned of not trying to delay any longer. The priest said nothing to fray the dwarf’s temper any further. He knew Feldard to see the wisdom of such an action, but perhaps this level of caution was not justified? Only time would tell. He returned with the others and resumed his position to the right of the door waiting for Nicolai to pronounce the door safe to open.

When all were in position, Feldard entered without pause.. really hoping there was some undead inside. He needed to vent some aggression and socially it was more acceptable for his to do it against an enemy than amongst the party.

Unfortunately for the hot-headed dwarven warrior, there were no enemies readily available on the other side of the door. Rather, there was an empty, long, majestic corridor. Its walls rose 30 feet to an arched ceiling. The walls and ceiling were streaked with soot. The corridor lead north into the darkness of the tower.

After 40 feet the hallway opened into a tremendous hall, filled with broken and charred beams and rubble, the bulk of which rested in the center of the room. Overhead, the ceiling was broken through by more beams and stones.



Filed under D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, rpg

6 responses to “The Halls of Grandeur

  1. Miklos (Mu 3)

    Looking upward at the devastation Miklos was surprised to note that the ceiling hadn’t completely collapsed. It was quite obvious that the fire had done the worse damage undermining the beams and bringing the central structure in on itself. He wandered over to the beams still supporting the hundreds of tons of rubble above them. He didn’t feel there was any danger as this looked pretty stable.

    He scanned to room for a way on.

  2. Maruc (Clr 4)

    “Looking at that I doubt much of the tower survived above this room. Let us seek for a way down.” Maruc turned to the elves, “There is much dust perhaps the Rahib has left us a trail?”

    The priest made his way cautiously around to the left of the central rubble pile looking for anything of interest but mostly he was concerned about being surprised by more undead. He fervently hoped that went they came across the Sisters they would not be instantly charmed into their service. Have you no faith? he asked himself. Halav has protected you so far.

  3. Hasan

    Hasan slipped forward beside Maruc, his senses straining to identify any hint of danger.

  4. Feldard (Dwf 3)

    Feldard looked over the debris in the center of the Hall a moment.

    The dwarf, with his knowledge of engineering, silently disagreed with the clerics summation of the state of the tower above but truly didn’t relish the idea of having to climb ropes to gain entrance to the upper levels. (I know nothing of engineering.. so if this isn’t true leave out)

    Perhaps there was a stairwell that withstood the collapse. He moved to the nearest wall and did a circuit of the walls checking for hidden doorways, stairs or that elusive trail Maruc spoke of.

  5. Nicolai (T4)

    Nicolai examines the rubble in the centre of the room.

  6. Saeth:
    Maruc: 10xp+5xp
    Miklos: 10xp+5xp
    Nicolai: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: 10xp

    Saeth: 8570/16000
    Maruc: 8870/12000
    Miklos: 8920/10000
    Nicolai: 8155/9600
    Feldard: 8915/17000
    Hasan: 8320/16000

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